All Chapters of Ice King Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The night air felt softer after karaoke.Maybe it wasn’t the weather.Maybe it was them.Sheila walked slightly ahead this time, arms folded loosely around herself as she replayed the evening in her head. The way he sang without trying to be cool. The way he didn’t look away during Endless Love. The way he wiped her tears without teasing her.It felt like something shifted.Not dramatic.Not loud.But permanent.Atticus caught up to her, brushing his hand against hers.“You’re thinking too hard.”She glanced at him.“You can tell?”“You go quiet when your brain starts overworking.”She smiled faintly.“I was just… remembering.”“Good or bad?”“Good.”They reached the parking lot. The city lights reflected off his car windows, casting soft gold across his face.Before unlocking it, he paused.“What?” she asked.He studied her for a second too long.“You look lighter.”She swallowed.“So do you.”He opened the door for her without another word.—The drive was calm.No music.Just the h

The press conference was scheduled for noon.By ten in the morning, Sheila felt like she couldn’t breathe.The apartment was quiet, but her thoughts weren’t. They moved too fast, colliding into each other — headlines, flashes, Elena’s message, strangers analyzing her expressions frame by frame.Atticus stood by the kitchen counter, dressed in a crisp dark suit. He looked composed. Controlled.But she knew him.The slight tightening of his jaw.The way he kept checking his watch.He was feeling it too.“You don’t have to come,” he reminded her gently.She was sitting on the couch, fingers laced tightly together.“I know.”“And I mean it.”She looked up at him.“If I don’t come, they’ll say you’re alone in this.”“I can handle that.”“But I don’t want you to.”He walked toward her slowly.“Then why do you look like you’re about to faint?”She let out a shaky breath.“Because I’ve never had this many people hate me at once.”He crouched in front of her.“Not everyone hates you.”“It feel

Practice felt different.Not louder.Not harsher.Just heavier.The tension from earlier lingered in the air like humidity before a storm. Every pass on the ice carried more force. Every drill felt sharper. The team wasn’t just training for the finals anymore—they were trying to outrun distraction.And distraction had a name.Elena.She stood near the media booth with a tablet in hand, observing. Professional. Composed. Controlled.Sheila tried not to look at her.She focused on taping an injured winger’s wrist, her movements precise, steady. But she could feel it—the weight of being watched.Atticus skated harder than usual.Aggressive.Focused.Angry.Carter noticed.“Control it!” he barked across the rink.Atticus didn’t respond verbally, but his next play was cleaner. Sharper.Sheila exhaled quietly.He always played better when he was emotional.But it cost him.After practice, the locker room was quieter than usual. Guys spoke in low tones. A few shot sympathetic glances toward

The apartment felt different that night.Not tense.Not fragile.Not like it was waiting for something to break.It felt alive.The city outside was still buzzing from the championship win—horns honking in distant celebration, laughter spilling from open bar doors, strangers chanting the team’s name in the streets below. But inside, the world had shrunk to something softer.Quieter.Private.Sheila kicked off her heels near the door and let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding for months.“We actually survived that,” she murmured.Atticus locked the door behind them and leaned his forehead against it for a second, eyes closed. His hair was still damp from the locker room shower, his championship cap tossed somewhere in the hallway.“Survived?” he said with a tired smirk. “We won.”She turned to look at him.There was something different in his face tonight.Not just victory.Relief.Release.When his eyes opened, they softened immediately at the sight of her.“You stayed

The apartment felt different after they left.Not quieter.Heavier.As if the walls had absorbed every cruel word and were now holding the echoes hostage.Sheila hadn’t moved much since collapsing into Atticus’s arms. The storm inside her had quieted into tremors—small, involuntary shakes that ran through her body even hours later.Atticus stayed with her on the floor longer than necessary.He didn’t rush her.Didn’t try to fix it.He just held her.When she finally pulled away, her eyes were swollen, cheeks flushed, and there was a fragility in her expression that made his chest ache.“I hate that they still affect me,” she whispered.“They’re your family,” he replied gently. “They’re supposed to matter.”She gave a bitter half-laugh. “They only show up when there’s damage to control.”Atticus helped her to the couch, sitting beside her but angled toward her fully, as if silently promising he wasn’t looking anywhere else.“You survived that,” he said quietly. “That wasn’t easy.”She